You may worship both
The serene strength of Ram,
The enchanting smile of Krishna
Two divinities, equally infinite,
Equally worthy of surrender.
In temples of faith,
There is no comparison.
Only devotion. Only love.
But when it comes to the quiet choosing of a life,
When dreams must rest in human hands
Choose not the flute that calls to many,
But the vow that belongs to one.
Krishna may charm the world,
A heart too vast, too radiant to be contained.
But Ram!?
Ram chose once, and chose forever.
Not because he lacked allure,
But because he honored love with discipline,
With boundaries,
With unwavering truth.
So bow to both in prayer,
But in partnership,
Seek the one
Who sees only you
In a world full of many.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
Not a stranger in the dark,
Not a shadow in an alley—
But someone who smiles at your child,
Shares jokes at your dinner table,
Sings the same songs,
Speaks your mother tongue.
His hand brushed past—
Too long to be chance,
Too casual to be innocent.
And yet,
You froze.
Because this wasn’t a monster,
Just a man
Everyone knew.
And liked.
You told yourself,
“Don’t overreact.”
What would the group say?
Would they roll their eyes,
Or worse—
Make it your shame to carry?
You were told to be graceful.
“Maintain harmony.”
“Don’t spoil the vibe.”
As if your bruised dignity
Could be tucked
Behind a polite smile.
He laughed louder that day.
You left quieter.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:37 AM UTC
Not a stranger in the dark,
Not a shadow in an alley—
But someone who smiles at your child,
Shares jokes at your dinner table,
Sings the same songs,
Speaks your mother tongue.
His hand brushed past—
Too long to be chance,
Too casual to be innocent.
And yet,
You froze.
Because this wasn’t a monster,
Just a man
Everyone knew.
And liked.
You told yourself,
“Don’t overreact.”
What would the group say?
Would they roll their eyes,
Or worse—
Make it your shame to carry?
You were told to be graceful.
“Maintain harmony.”
“Don’t spoil the vibe.”
As if your bruised dignity
Could be tucked
Behind a polite smile.
He laughed louder that day.
You left quieter.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:36 AM UTC
On this powerful day, God blessed me twice,
placing two miracles into my life.
My boys, you are my fire, my heartbeat,
my purpose and my joy, perfectly complete.
I often choose moments with you,
over parties or dancing the night through.
My truest delight, my soul’s gentle light,
is the quiet love we share each night.
I love lifting you, cheering your name,
guiding your steps, fueling your flame.
Nothing shines brighter, nothing feels right,
than watching you rise, your spirits in flight.
On 11/11, not just my babies came,
a mom was born, bold, fierce, untamed.
You shaped my courage, rebuilt my soul,
and made my world beautifully whole.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 10:15 PM UTC
Seventy-Five Years of You🧿
Seventy-five years, a life so rare,
Woven with wisdom, strength, and care.
A journey marked by quiet grace,
Time itself cannot erase.
From youthful dreams to silver hair,
Through every burden you chose to bear,
You stood as anchor, calm and wise,
A steady light beneath our skies.
In every lesson, firm yet kind,
You shaped our hearts, you formed our mind.
Not just in words, but all you do,
We learned what love and courage knew.
The years may pass, the seasons change,
But your presence feels the same—
A guiding force, a gentle hand,
The strongest soul in all the land.
Today we pause, with pride so true,
To celebrate seventy-five years of you.
A platinum life, so rich, so bright,
Still shining strong, still full of light.
And as we gather, hearts aligned,
With gratitude that’s deep and kind,
We say with love, in every way
You are our strength, yesterday, today.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 9:30 PM UTC